Page 5 of Saved By A Small Town Country Boy
“How my niece doing anyway?”
Drifting away from the conversation at hand, my eyes landed on the goddess who stood near the pit where the mechanical bull was. Everyone in here knew that Billy didn’t play fair when operating it; therefore, they didn’t even attempt to get on it.
I skimmed her attire. Her perky breasts were covered by a white tank top. Her small onion booty sat just right in a pair of distressed denim shorts, and she wore some pink and white cowboy boots. They look similar to the pair that Reese be wearing all the time. Her chestnut-brown hair was pressed, stopping just above the top of her ass, going into the perfect form of a V. Her lips curved, displaying her pearly whitesthat could easily pass for porcelain. This has to be the woman who’s driving the Porsche out front. Despite her wearing cowboy boots, nothing about her screamed country. This was a city girl for sure.
The smile that spread across Billy’s face was slow, deliberate, and cold when she pointed to the bull. He was ’bout to give her lil ass hell. She stepped down into the pit and gripped the handle on the bull. Billy reached down and lifted her on top of it. Quickly, he grabbed the microphone, and the music ceased.
“We got a new contestant, y’all. She wanna give the bull a run for its money. I told her that if she can last five minutes, the rest of her drinks are free. Y’all think she can do it?”
“Hell nah!” I heard a masculine voice yell from behind us.
“Girl, get off that damn bull!” some chick in the corner of the bar shouted. Everyone in here knew better. If she knew what was best for her, she’d get her ass off it like they said. Ignoring everyone, she waved them off and gripped the bull, preparing herself for the ride.
“You like what you see, huh?” Creed nudged me, bringing me back to reality. I picked up the Remy bottle and poured myself a shot. Tossing it back, I trained my eyes back on the beauty before me.
Billy stepped to the remote and switched on the bull. It rocked and tossed her all sorts of ways, but she held on like the best of ’em. For her to be a city girl, she rode that bull better than half the people in this room. Billy tried his best to toss her ass from up there, but she was determined and wasn’t giving up. Her cocky ass even rode with one hand up in the air. The way her ass jiggled every time he tilted the bull forward, my dick throbbed. My shit hadn’t done that in so long, I thought the mufucka stopped working.
The bull halted, and everyone cheered her on. She jumped down off it and bowed before us before strolling in our direction.My pulse thudded slow and deep once our eyes connected. For whatever reason, I felt like I knew her. The familiarity of her presence was scary. She stopped in front of the table, brushing her flyaway hairs down with her hands.
“Khalif, this-this is my niece, Remedi,” Reese spoke, taking another sip from her drink. They needed to take the liquor away from her before they be carrying her ass out of here tonight.
Remedi’s smile bloomed slowly like sunlight spilling over the horizon. Her skin reminded me of coffee with the perfect amount of cream. She had three distinctive beauty marks. One underneath her right eye, one underneath her lower lip on the left side, and one on the front of her neck. Her warm, golden gaze seeped into the deepest parts of me. Instead of speaking to her, I walked away from the table and went into the restroom.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I mumbled to myself after shutting the door behind me. A toilet flushed in the stall to the far right, and seconds later, a guy strolled out, zipping up his pants. He couldn’t do that shit before he came out? He looked at me, nodded, and stepped to the sink. Once he was done, he exited the bathroom. I checked every stall—they were all left open. Knowing I was now alone, I moved over to the sink and stared at my reflection.
My chestnut-brown cowboy hat, cast a shadow over my eyes. Reese introduced me to Remedi as if she was trying to make something of us. I remembered when I walked up and she told me that she had something that would soften me. I’m really hoping that she nor anyone else is thinking that I’m really ’bout to talk to this city girl.
I’m not ready for no relationship, and I’m not ’bout to put myself in an uncomfortable position. Whatever tricks they have up their sleeves, they might as well count me out.
Drawing in a deep breath, I washed my hands and then left the restroom. By the time I made it back out to Creed’s table,I saw him eyeing Reese. Dallas, Reese, and Remedi formed a circle out on the dance floor and were all dancing with each other. Dallas has on these short ass denim shorts and a purple crop, sleeveless vest. Her curly, ash-black hair stops at the center of her back.
“Why don’t you say something to her?” I spoke, and he jumped at the sound of my voice. Nigga was so lost in his thoughts that he hadn’t realized I walked back up.
“I tell you what, the day that you ask Remedi over there out, will be the day that I ask out Reese.”
“I guess you’re never going out with her then.” Picking up the Remy bottle, I poured myself another shot and tossed it back. The liquid burned my insides as it slithered down my throat.
“You’re real funny. I really think that you should give her a chance. From what I’ve heard, she’s smart just like you like ’em. Let’s not miss the obvious…” My eyes trained back on Remedi. She swayed her hips to the song. A sheen of sweat clung to the curve of her breasts, catching the dim lighting. “She’s beautiful,” Creed continued.
“Well, if you’re so fucking worried ’bout how she looks, why don’t you take her out?” He tossed his hands up in surrender.That’s what the fuck I thought.
Chapter 3
Remedi
Imoaned, nestling deeper into the lavender-scented sheets. Lavender?… My eyes immediately popped open. The sheets back at Reese’s house in the bedroom she’d allowed me to take on while staying with her didn’t smell like lavender. They were Gain scented, and I knew that because I used to use the exact fragrance back at home.
My eyes bounced onto the wall to my left, and I squeezed my eyes shut from the harmful sunlight beaming through the blinds. “You’re really pretty,” was all I heard from a tiny voice coming from beside me.
My head drew in that direction. “Ahh!” I screamed and jumped to the opposite side of the bed with the sheet clinging to my frame. My hands patted my body, gliding over my black lace bra. I wasn’t fully dressed as I was the night before. I eased the sheet away from my skin, and my eyes expanded. Bits and pieces of the night before flashed before my eyes, but I couldn’t quite figure out how I’d gotten here or who this lil girl was staring at me from the other side of the bed.
She stood there in pink overalls with a white t-shirt. Her hair was slicked back into two curly ponytails at the nape of her neck.The smile slipped from her mocha face. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”
“Who-who are you?” My eyes roamed the bedroom again before landing back on her. “And most importantly, where am I and where are my clothes?”
“I’m Khali, and you’re in my house.”
“I’m sorry, Khali, but can you go get a grown-up or something?” I needed to know how the hell I got here and exactly where were my clothes.
